The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Andromache was riding Listrada’s face, grinding it down now, but not in anger, but in passion. She could barely contain herself and Listrada didn’t seem to mind a bit. Her orgasm was loud and explicit.

  “Fuck yes!” she all but screamed. “Make! Me! Cum!” Her little scream afterwards let everyone—possibly everyone in the entire kingdom—know that Listrada had just made her cum.

  Laughing happily, Andromache slumped to the side and slid down Listrada’s body, kissing her along the way. “I love the taste of my cunt on your lips,” she confessed to the dark-haired woman.

  “Last night you said you loved the taste of Hie’s cum in my cunt. Are you a liar?” It wasn’t an accusation from Listrada, but a teasing note of affection.

  “I love everything about you,” said Andromache, kissing her lover again while running her had down her lithe body, pinching the younger woman’s nipple, before plunging her hand into her slit, a tight little slit edged ever so daintily by curly jet-black hairs artfully sculpted. “I especially love your cunt. Do you like it when I play with your cunt?”

  “Uh-huh,” said a mesmerized Listrada.

  “Do you like it when I pinch your clit like this?”

  Listrada didn’t say anything, but just moaned appreciatively.

  “Do you like it when I shove my fingers all the way up inside you?”

  To this Listrada gasped in surprise and delight. The sounds of Andromache manipulating the other woman’s cunt was loud, even through the mirror.

  “Uh…uh…uh…yeah.” They were almost words and they were good enough for Andromache.

  “I’m going to keep going,” she promised her lover. “I’m going to keep going until you soak the bed like the little whorish slut that you are.”

  Listrada now seemed to find her words. “So…so…I can be like you?”

  “Yes! So you can be a whorish slut like me!” This seemed to delight Andromache and she began frigging Listrada with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Her whole arm began moving rapidly back and forth with her hand diving into Listrada’s cunt not unlike a man fucking her with a cock. There was the sound of flesh slapping on wetly flesh that sounded more violent than pleasurable, but the sounds that the young queen made were all about pleasure.

  “You can do it, my love,” said Andromache behind gritted teeth. “Just…let yourself go.”

  Listrada drove her heels into the bed and arched her back, raising her ass of the mattress. Andromache matched her movements and didn’t let her escape. From her position on her own bed and peering through the mirror, Cassandra could see Listrada’s inner thighs wet with womanly lubrication and felt her own cunt responding in kind to the scene she and her lovers were spying upon.

  When it happened, it happened suddenly and was accompanied by a cry from Listrada that sounded more like a woman being tortured to spite her husband. The orgasm ripped through her body, causing her limbs to quiver and a spray of clear fluid to soak the bed between her legs. The orgasm must have been good, Cassandra reflected, because Listrada started crying when it was over. She pulled Andromache to her and kissed her desperately as if greeting a long lost lover.

  “I came,” she panted. “It hurt, but I came.” She began crying in earnest. “And I peed the bed.”

  Andromache laughed and kissed her back. “No you didn’t, my dearest.” She brought her drenched fingers to her mouth and sucked one greedily before offering another to Listrada. “You came. You came like the queen you are. That was girl cum propelled by pent up lust.”

  Listrada sucked Andromache’s fingers. “It tastes like me.”

  “Of course it does, Lis.” Andromache delved her fingers back into Listrada’s cunt and get them wet again so they could both enjoy the liquid fruits of her hard-won orgasm.

  The trio continued to watch in fascination. Cassandra and Meira absently caressed each other as they watched. Lyhorn boldly placed his large hand on Cassandra’s back and let a finger slip between her buttocks. She rather enjoyed the pressure of his middle finger pressed against her tightly puckered anus and was contemplating how bold she was willing to be with this body and how much of a risk it would be to take the ogre’s cock up her ass when the in the mirror shimmered.

  Andromache and Listrada were moving; this time Listrada was changing positions so she could get between Andromache’s thighs to further prove her oral skills—which also make Cassandra marvel at the queens wonderfully high libidos—when the lovely image was suddenly disturbed by the appearance of Morgan walking through the mirror.

  The two women yelped in terror and Lyhorn bared his teeth at the sudden intrusion and disruption to their entertainment. When they all saw that it was just the wizard returning to his tower they all relaxed.

  Seeing his wife naked in bed with her lovers made Morgan’s face sour. He wasn’t upset that she was enjoying carnal pleasures; he was upset that she had excluded him from the fun. And then he realized that all their bodies were aligned for viewing the mirror and not for sex.

  “Were you spying on the king?” he demanded of his wife.

  “No!” she quickly replied.

  “Right, because I was just speaking with him. You were watching his wives.”

  Cassandra looked away, unable to come up with an easy lie. “Mayhaps,” she said, revealing the truth.

  “You can’t do that!” he told her. “What if you were caught?”

  “We weren’t,” Cassandra said lamely.

  “I insisted she do it,” Meira said, eager to take the blame for her friend and lover.

  “You? How would you even know about this?”

  “Cassandra told me because…because Andromache and I used to be lovers and I am still jealous of what she now has. And then we saw the two queens were being intimate and I—”

  “And we couldn’t stop watching,” Cassandra interrupted.

  Lyhorn grunted in agreement.

  Morgan threw up his hands. “Fine. Whatever. The city is going into a moral quandary and there is little I can do about it.”

  Cassandra rolled over and displayed her body to her husband. “Then why don’t you come join us and we’ll ride in a demon’s basket all the way to the infernos together.”

  “You make a lame argument, wife.”

  “It’s the best I can do,” she said with a shrug. “And I just saw Andromache made Listrada cum like a man, soaking her bed. I wanted to see if I could to that to Meira. You’re welcome to watch. Or join,” she said before lowering her dead a bit to catch Meira’s nipple between her lips and suck noisily.

  “Devil’s shits, woman,” Morgan complained as he started disrobing. “You make it hard on a man.”

  “I’d rather have a hard man,” she said slyly and then shot her glance over to Lyhorn. “Or a hard ogre. I bet your fingers could make me cum hard enough to fill a lake with my cum.”

  An impromptu competition was quickly arranged. Lyhorn with Cassandra and Morgan with Meira. The object wasn’t to get the woman to orgasm quickly, but to orgasm with as much girlcum as possible. There was no easy way to measure the volume of their cum, but that wasn’t important. Morgan wasn’t worried about Lyhorn’s thick fingers giving him an advantage, it was the skill in finding the right spot inside the woman not simply with filling her up with large digits or sex organs.

  It was Cassandra who reached the epic peak first, but that was no surprise. It took her quite a bit of effort to get that far and she was accustomed to making herself cum that way when she and Morgan wanted, different body every day or not. Plus, Lyhorn’s fingers were much more nimble than they appeared, even as thick as they were. When Morgan asked Meira if she wanted to stop, she was insistent that she wanted to do it.

  “Not every woman can,” he told her.

  “I can!” she insisted.

  And so he kept at it. Cassandra and Lyhorn looked on with interest. It was Morgan who had introduced her to this particular way of cumming, which they had discovered together because of his dexterous fingers that w
ere necessary in casting spells. He was certain he could work his magic with any woman.

  It took some great effort for her to get there, but once it came, Meira was certain her life had changed. Her legs were coated in her girlcum and the sheets were like a swamp and she was exhausted, but she was happy with herself.

  “What…what do you get out of it?” Meira managed to ask Morgan as she listened to the happy applause from Cassandra.

  “The satisfaction of a job well done,” he said with a sardonic smile. “And a sweet treat.” He lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted her cum.

  At once his brow furrowed and an intense expression came over his face.

  “Something the matter?” asked Meira, upset with his reaction.

  “No…just a missing ingredient, I think.” He jumped out of the bed and went racing naked out of the room. Meira looked to Cassandra who just gave her a shrug.

  “You get used to these things with a wizard.”

  Lyhorn said, “It must be strange being married to such an…unusual man.” The ogre looked at his lover, an elf, and their current partner, a shapeshifter, and thought that was normal.

  A few seconds later Morgan reappeared with a small glass jar and began scraping the clean liquid off Meira’s thighs and cunt.

  “What are you doing?” she asked him.

  “This is the sort of thing one gets used to,” Cassandra commented.

  Morgan glanced at his wife. “I think this might be a missing ingredient from a potion that will cure your curse,” he told her.

  Cassandra just laughed at him. She had heard the same words too many times before. “What makes you think that?”

  “An old potion master’s guide has an ingredient I translated as essence of elf. I thought that meant either an elf’s soul—hard to distill—or a vital fluid not easily obtained. I wasn’t going to kill an elf to possibly cure you, my love. I do have standards.” He held up the jar and looked at the few drops of precious girlcum he had managed to save. “But this…this I think we can happily do for you.”

  End

  Spilt Milk

  I met Melanie at a business conference. Business conferences are really for one business: sex. What I didn’t expect from Melanie was how aggressive she was. I didn’t expect her to be married. I didn’t expect her to be lactating.

  I didn’t expect to love all those parts of her.

  Chapter One

  She wasn’t incredibly beautiful, but she was attractive enough to catch my attention.

  I didn’t hate having to go to these conferences every six months because it meant I had a chance to hook up with women who were away from home and were open to having a casual encounter.

  I was pretty sure that’s why our industry and my company was so interested in holding these conferences. It was all about the sex.

  At least it was to me.

  Melanie was maybe mid-thirties, was maybe a few pounds over her ideal weight but seemed to carry a lot of that weight in her tits. I don’t need a perfect body or huge tits, but it helps. We locked eyes during some workshop session that was perfectly forgettable. I tried to make it so that I got to sit at the same table as her during dinner. No luck.

  The after conference bar at the hotel was where it all mattered anyway.

  We sought each other out at the bar and I quickly sucked down my drink for the liquid courage. I noticed half of hers was gone and I hoped that was enough to lower her inhibitions.

  “I’m Melanie.”

  “Doug.”

  I normally tried to get them to talk first, that way I know what she was actually interested in. Melanie wasn’t the least bit shy about her interest and desire.

  “I saw you eyeing me during the conference,” she said conspiratorially.

  “You caught me,” I admitted. “Guilty. Please don’t hold that against me.”

  “You were eye fucking me,” she said bluntly.

  I liked that but I hadn’t been expecting that.

  “Nothing to say?” she asked as she swirled her drink and then downed most of the remainder.

  “Ah…my father would have said I was undressing you with my eyes.”

  Melanie laughed at me. “I’m sure your father is too old for me and I’m sure your eyes are no good for undressing me.”

  “I’m not so sure about that…”

  “Are your hands any good for undressing me?” she asked.

  That was all it took. We went to her room and I quickly proved my hands were much better at undressing her than my eyes were.

  She kicked off her shoes and we kissed like we were high school students trying to figure out how this whole sex thing worked. After a few seconds, I remembered how the whole sex thing worked. I slipped my arms around her waist, then lowered them to the top curve of her ass. Melanie didn’t mind that at all. But I wasn’t rushing things. I slid my hands up her back, felt the bump of her substantial bra strap, and moved them up further, finding the tongue to the zipper of her dress.

  I hesitated for just a second before pulling. It seemed rude and presumptuous of me to think she wanted to get naked with me…and then I realized that was literally the whole reason she had invited me to her hotel room. I pulled it down a few inches. She didn’t complain. She shoved her tongue deeper into my throat.

  I pulled the zipper all the way down and she shrugged out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, already forgotten and not worthy of her attention. Since I had backed up a step to get her out of her dress, I was given the opportunity to see my temporary paramour in her underthings.

  It was a sight of beauty. Her body was all curves. Her tits were more than generous. Yeah, maybe she had a curve to her belly, but it was a completely kissable belly that rounded down to a pair of white panties. Her bra was white as well. With her lightly tanned skin she had the appearance of a innocent woman caught in the middle of dressing, or maybe undressing. It didn’t matter.

  When I started to move back to her she kept me at arm’s length and went down to her knees.

  “I love sucking cock,” she said as she fumbled with my belt and pants for a moment.

  I was already hard so the need for a blowjob was entirely for pleasure not for getting me hard.

  “Really?” I was surprised.

  She yanked my underwear down to my thighs and her dark green eyes lit up when my cock sprang into view. Her hand curled around my length and she smiled while wetting her lips. “How could you not want to suck this beautiful thing?” she rhetorically asked me as her lips encircled my cock head and she moaned in the back of her throat. I knew she had to be tasting my slippery precum but there were no complaints from Melanie

  If nothing else I wanted to consider myself a perfect gentleman during the initial sexual encounter with a new lover. If she loved sucking cock who was I to say no?

  I knew her question was rhetorical but I had to answer because I’m stupid that way. “I’ve never wanted to suck my own cock,” I told her, watching as she drew my length into her mouth and probably her throat as well. He eyes opened and she saw me watching her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.

  She backed off. “I meant what woman wouldn’t want to suck your cock,” she said before licking the underside from the edge of my balls up to the tip. By this point I was probably as wet as her pussy but I had no empirical evidence to support that.

  Yet.

  “I can give you a list of women who refused,” I said while wishing I would shut up for just a minute. She didn’t want to talk; she wanted to suck and then fuck. Presumably. It wasn’t like we had a firm plan. All we really had was lust and hormones which are great fuel for sex but terrible elements for starting a relationship.

  This time Melanie shook her head and suppressed a laugh. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk because you’re going to make me laugh and I want to get laid, not go to a comedy show.”

  “Right,” I agreed as I unbuttoned my shirt and quickly tossed it aside. “Sex. I can do that.”

  “I hope s
o,” she said, running her hand up my chest, feeling my muscles, while once again consuming my cock. I’m not against blowjobs, but I much prefer straight up sex, but I wasn’t going to start talking again and make myself look like a fool. Instead, I just let Melanie amuse herself with sucking me. If she made me cum in her mouth, so be it. There were worse things. I could then go down on her—there’s nothing like exploring a new pussy with tongue and lips and fingers—and we could go from there.

  Some women preferred oral to straight sex. I got that. No risk of pregnancy. Some women consider it less intimate—just ask my high school girlfriend. She did it with just about any guy who asked.

  The room was silent for a few minutes while Melanie amused herself sucking my manhood and I concentrated on not cumming too fast even though I was rock hard and ready to be done already.

  Melanie did this weird spiral thing down my cock that probably looked better in porn than in felt in person before going all the way down to my balls and sucking on them again. I was glad I had shaved them that morning. Smooth, soft balls are a turn on to any woman once she’s felt them in that state. I kept my pubes trimmed to a reasonable length; no woman likes to choke on a mouthful of pubes.

  “Want to cum in my mouth?” she asked me.

  “Sure.”

  The smile she gave me was positively lascivious. “Want to cum in my pussy?”

  “Sure.”

  “Before I couldn’t get you to shut up and now you’re a man of few words.”

  “I’d love to cum in your pussy, but I haven’t even gotten your panties off yet.”

  Without a word Melanie stood up while at the same time she removed her panties. It was a neat trick that I didn’t understand how she accomplished. That didn’t matter.

  We moved to the bed while I noted that her light tan was earned. She had tan lines that boasted a body that spent a lot of time seeing the sun in summer hidden only by a bikini. Her ass was lily white and that did nothing to make me get any softer.